Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 389 The Riddle Mansion
On this day, the villagers of Little Hangleton suddenly discovered that the Riddle Mansion, which was located on a hillside and had been unoccupied for many years, suddenly lit up the lights.

And after that day, a slightly hunched figure began to get busy in the yard.

Repair the incomplete tiles on the roof, repair the dilapidated doors and windows, and remove the creepers that crawled all over the house with their teeth and claws.

Slowly, this dilapidated mansion became magnificent again.

This is not over yet, and a few days later, cars pulling luxury furniture drove in here, unloading batches of expensive furniture that looked expensive.

This made the villagers full of doubts and curiosity.

Is there anyone still alive in this big house where bizarre events happened 50 years ago, in this family that was once full of villains?

This curiosity became more and more itchy as the Riddle Mansion gradually improved.

Finally, some villagers couldn't help being curious and found Frank, who was seriously deaf and in his 70s.

He used to be a servant of the Riddle family. When the three members of the Riddle family died, the police suspected that he was the one who made the mistake.

However, there was no strong evidence for this, so he came back here later.

And after several changes in this big house, no one lived in it, and Frank lived alone all the time.

Now that there are such big changes here, he must know the reason.

"Frank." The villagers surrounded him curiously, and asked loudly behind him, "What happened there? Does it have a new owner?"

Frank, who was limping on one leg, heard the villagers' shouts clearly. He nodded vigorously. His old eyes radiated a light that he had never seen before, and he answered the villagers' questions loudly.

"There is no new owner. The young master of the Riddle family has returned, and he bought the Riddle mansion again."

Frank's answer surprised everyone, but what was even more surprising was the rows of high-end cars that drove into the village three days later.

Looking at the teenager in his twenties who got out of the car and was surrounded by a group of weird but luxurious people, the villagers' eyes were full of doubts.

This is from the Riddle family?

Even if it is an illegitimate child, this age is wrong, right?
However, the man didn't give them a chance to ask, he just nodded to them from a distance, then turned and walked into the Riddle Mansion.

"This place is too small for you, my lord Dark Lord."

Lucius, who was by Voldemort's side, glanced at the courtyard of the mansion and said.

The courtyard looked as big as a football field, but compared to Malfoy Manor, it was indeed much smaller.

"We are wizards, Lucius, and things can change here."

Voldemort responded with a smile, he was still very satisfied here.

Neither Riddle nor Lin Zuo had ever owned such a large mansion.

What's more, this mansion was built completely according to his ideas, and he was already very satisfied.

At least, it was much better than the small building behind Malfoy Manor.

"My lord, we are already buying the land behind the mansion, but it will take some time. It involves a nobleman's land, and he doesn't want to sell it." Pokiss stood in the distance, but still said aloud.

Voldemort nodded, and walked towards the house without saying anything.

The house is very spacious and three storeys high. It maintains the original architectural style as a whole, but many lamps are added to the exterior walls.

"It's too similar, Mr. Riddle, you and your father are too similar."

Frank came up at the door, obviously in his best clothes, but still a bit tattered.

"Really?" Voldemort smiled and stopped, and said, "Do you remember what he looked like?"

"Of course, although he was only a teenager at the time, I remember his black hair deeply, and that thing... sorry, sir, I shouldn't mention it." The old Frank shook his head and said.

He mistook the young Voldemort for the current Voldemort's father.

But Voldemort had no intention of explaining the incident, let the misunderstanding continue, he didn't bother to explain.

Patting Frank on the shoulder, Voldemort walked past him into the mansion.

The large living room occupied almost the entire first floor, which would be beneficial for him to entertain the Death Eaters in the future, which he specifically requested.

The stairs leading to the second floor rotate left and right at the back of the hall, which does not affect the spaciousness of the entire hall.

Voldemort didn't make his way to the second floor, which he believed was his private space above, and he didn't want others to visit.

"Looks good, Purges, well done."

Voldemort glanced at the broken patterns on the floor and the lamps on the ceiling. These were very uniform in style and presented a post-modern style, which he liked very much.

"Thank you for your compliment, my lord." Pokis said humbly.

The guy was getting more and more like a Death Eater, and even tried to kiss Voldemort's cape not long ago, but he refused.

God is sorry, he has long since stopped doing that.

"Gentlemen, eat here today to celebrate my housewarming, and if you have anything to do in the future, you can come to me directly here."

Voldemort said with satisfaction, and then motioned for everyone to move freely in the hall, while he himself walked up the stairs.

The second floor is the guest room, and the corridor is covered with thick wool blankets with maple leaf patterns.

Voldemort just glanced here, did not stay, but went straight to the third floor.

Going up the stairs here, his bedroom is in front of him, and the balcony outside is also the balcony in the center of the whole house.

On the left and right of the bedroom are the study room and the pharmacy room, and there are no other miscellaneous rooms.

After scanning around, Voldemort was quite satisfied with the place, and then went downstairs to entertain his guests.

This time, many people came with him, besides the Death Eaters, there were also some members of pure-blood families.

One reason for bringing them here is to recognize the door, and the other reason is to discuss the most important thing to do next.

At the dinner, everyone toasted to congratulate Voldemort on his housewarming.

In this regard, Voldemort never refused to come, and chatted with everyone in a friendly enough manner.

This Voldemort, which is completely different from the past, has won the favor of many pure-blood families.

No one wants to be friends with someone who is moody all the time, especially if he is a powerful dark wizard.

Who knows what kind of madness he will have one day, and a killing curse will take you away directly.

The mild-mannered Voldemort seemed much more reassuring.

Many pure-blood families even took this opportunity to make some slightly excessive requests in order to test Voldemort's bottom line.

"In the Riddle family, it's hard to refuse someone's request on a big day, even if the request is a little too much."

Voldemort smiled and pointed out the small thoughts of these people, then restrained his smile a little and said, "This is not an example."

An understatement, but it is enough to make these people dare not do it again.

At the same time, he also told these people that he, Voldemort, can communicate.

The owners of the pure-blood family were delighted to see such a change in him, and the more intelligent Death Eaters were also delighted by their master's tact.

"Cough cough."

Seeing that the party was coming to an end, Voldemort coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention.

"The time is counting down, gentlemen, act, this time we must win completely, to the glory of pure blood."

He raised his glass high, and everyone followed suit, and then everyone drank it down.

(End of this chapter)